| Memoirs of a murderer | @zoolingbliz
“Hey! The vampire squeaked in surprise as her attention had been torn from the book, forcefully taken from her by her arrogant roommate. Her head turned up and soon hand to match, whipping around at the book trying to take back the old relic.
“I was going to clean it up eventually!” Rip groaned at the other, rising to her feet she looked around at the mess. Realising what she had actually done, the vampire did intend to clean up the mess later as it would have served as a time consumer but now being ordered to made her just want to destroy everything in the room. Blue eyes squinting she sighed and reached down to start on the job picking up a forloin shirt, the threat not reaching her ears.
The huntress nearly had a stroke as she felt the wet slap of the towel hit the back of her hair, all color dropping from her features: she was not going to pick that up.
“How disgusting, and you call yourself a woman.” She whispered with malice intent, ignoring the illusionists question.
Zorin chuckled as she stood up from were she sat, reading over the book s if the memories were passing over her eyes like a movie”Ah those were the days” she spoke remembering when the girl had teamed up with them “Eh that was years ago” She spoke and tossed the book over her shoulder carelessly. The buff female vampire chuckled hearing the thing hit the floor “I’m going to get a shower I expect this to be done” She spoke ,their buck actually having a small ladies room that could fit only two at a time, one if the other was big, like Zorin was. Throwing a tank top and cammo pants over her shoulder she headed into the room, taking a minute to look over her muscular body, stepping into the one person shower she let out a sigh. Her showers usually didn’t take that long about ten, twenty minutes and she was out. With that, of course the massive mess was not cleaned up by them the went the washed woman stepped out she rolled her eyes ” I swear you can;t do anything right” she spoke walking past the girl she threw her dirty laundry to her arms “Get those washed for me” she ordered flopping back onto her bed, turning a tiny black and white television on, it having survived for many, many years
Rip worked effortlessly setting the items back in their places as she heard the pages off the booklet flip behind her, ignoring her selfish comment. All she could briefly remember from her first day with the illusionists were empty threats and constant bickering. The vampire scoffed, really “great” memories. She turned her head over as she heard the flop of the small leather book hitting the floor, her blue glare set on the other as she retreated to the showers.
“Abscheulichen lesbian..” She whispered sourly, grabbing the others heavy boots the vampire spat in them before placing them back neatly in the closet before heading over to retrieve what was hers. Picking up the little black book between her fingers she opened it once more, in its beginnings there had been countless phrases in german messily written on its pages, going a little further they turned into sentences, even more and the writing started to get neater and grammatically correct.
Rip chuckled at the sight, upon inspection remembering how she had been illiterate for most of her life until she had joined the forces back in 1942, where she had finally been taught how to read and write more than just her name. Taking a step over she plopped her bottom on the bed of the thin mattress she knew as her own and looked through more of the book, it pages spoke of her adventures in germany’s forces much until she joined the millenium. Nearly 7 years worth of material filled the pages front to back, she flipped around some of the pages and finally landed on one.
September 8th, 1950 Nothing much to report today, but my letter to my family has finally been received i’m told. I will await their reply patiently, they’re going to be so relieved to find out i’m not dead.
October 17th, 1950 I’m yet to receive a word back from my family, but today my squad leader had the nerve to call me out on my attachment to my musket. The second I get out of here he’s going to be the first one I kill.
November 25th, 1950 I’ve gotten word back on my family!
Placed in the pages folded into a small square had been a piece of parchment, the huntress quickly unfolded the piece to read its contents. A letter long past from her family, she hadn’t thought about them in the longest time. Even bringing her eyes to the paper she felt an instant tug on the old muscle she had no more use for, her heart, as her eyes scanned the piece. It talked of her family and how relieved to hear how she had not passed, it spoke of her father and the farm: things she all knew too well.
But most of her younger sister Elsa and how she would be graduating high school soon and was dating a very nice young man, the features of the pale woman were pulled in pain. Her sharp teeth tugged on her bottom lip as her gaze had been glued to the sheet, only breaking as she felt the force of more clothing being tossed on her form.
“Clean your own fucking clothes, i’m not your maid!”
Rip nearly screamed out the words, throwing the clothing harshly aside and stormed out from the shared cabin. The tanner women’s lack of sympathy was something she frail vampire could not handle for the moment, the door slammed against the metal walls with a loud clang echoing down the empty halls.She took off from the scene with both pieces in hand, not going anywhere in particular and even running into a soldier on her path, knocking him down furiously. She needed to get away from the other or else she would really breakdown, Rip continued to around the next corner and slid down against the wall. Leaving the space to only herself and her memoirs.
Zorin watched as the girl ran from the shared space, the door slamming, brow arched, for Zorin showing any sort of sympathy was extremely rare, she had no humanity left in her veins she could care less were her family was, she could careless weather she had friends or not. What was usually on the woman mind was were her next kill would be, her thoughts would sometimes drift to Hellsing, ha, Hellsing.... what a joke, her green eyes fell down onto the pile of cloths that st on the floor were the thin lanky vampire once sat, giving an eye roll the woman got back up, they weren't going to get clean unless she washed them Getting up the woman grabbed up the fowl smelling laundry and headed to the laundry room, passing the woman on the girl on the way "Shouldn't cry it shows weakness" she spoke as she passed, entering the room that was just a few feet from Rip "You need to learn to drown out those thoughts and feelings, they will only harm you in the ed " she spoke tossing the cloths into the machine. "Say your in a battle your enemy says something that makes you think of dear old mother or father, that gives them an open shit" She spoke from the room
